Technically my friend’s roof didn’t collapse, but water poured through her ceiling anyway. Her soaked carpet near froze in the frigid temps, and only by some miracle (and a friend’s 4-wheel drive) did she escape hypothermia after five days without heat, electricity, water or warm food.
Later, blissfully cozy, she suspects it’s an unfortunate metaphor for her personal life of late. Despite loving care, her personal quests - one way or another (and not in ways entirely bad) -- seem to uproot and crash like the oaks splayed across her driveway.
Her professional life, however, is flourishing. Powerful. Clear. Attracting clients exponentially and generating riveting success. And making her blissfully happy. She may be exhausted from yet another personal snowstorm, but she regains her strength and joy instantly when she returns to work.
So we ponder ... despite her true and worthy desires for personal bliss and her herculean efforts to manifest it, maybe she should just work instead. Maybe its best to focus where the joy already is -- walk through the door already open and assume those other dreams will naturally appear in the rooms already flooded with light.